Singing. Phil has always liked singing it was his speciality. He would go outside at night and start singing while walking on the pavement. Different songs everything was different by night. People may or may not be asleep , may or may not cheer but Phil didn't care. He felt free while singing and thats what he will do.
It was another regular night where he opened the front door shutting it slowly and walking around. The road that was lit dimly by the street lights always fascinated him. For many reasons but one of them could be the great feeling of names being called.
Yeah, Phil used to sing in front of people and when his audience kept on shouting his name made him feel all warm and wanted, but now he just gave up and sings to himself.
It was like a talent but he doesn't like calling him having the ability to sing a talent. It happened all in a flash and favorite song on the radio he just started singing it and his parents made him go to lessons.
His parents didn't care that the canto teacher kept hitting him when he made a mistake. The canto teacher didn't even let go of Phil when he went too high on a song.
And now Phil being 22 and working at a coffee shop. It pays him decent money to pay the bills in the apartment. So he couldn't complain. He didn't like fame but huge talents attract attention.
As Chris once told him that not wanting attention gets you even more of it.
Phil can't go to Chris's because that small piece of sheet is at PJ and Phil never really talked to PJ but he wasnt in the mood to make new friends.
And as he started walking around , the street lights making the falling paint on the houses shine and everything looked so new. So alive even if only he was the only one awake. And he opened his mouth and just started spilling everything out.
I wish I could see everything
The way that people do
I wish I could feel everything
The way that people do....
He always invented words , spilling every thought in his mind that just appeared. And no, he never did forget the songs he sang because his mind always remembered these nights. These nights were magical.
Maybe,Phil thought, I'm a lullaby to a small adult.
With that thought he laughed softly feeling relieved as the cold air hit his already flushed face.
He started remembering his parents and how they kicked him out some years ago because he gave up on his job that had always stressed him out. He really liked it , he loved meeting the fans and just joking around with them.
The problem with his job were his managers and people who just chose his outfits and applied maybe just too much make up.
And Phil didn't have a problem with make up those people just put so much that when he took it of his face was irritated and it's caused his allergies to make their work.
The life of a "star" is pretty hard and Phil just didn't find himself being controlled by strangers. And I think you wouldn't like that too.
If Phil could just say something one thing would be that people are just so dumb. And he will explain in the end.
Now all he wanted to do is find a nice guy he would love and marry , adopt the children he would love with everything he has and just live an uneventful life.
But Phil wasn't made for an uninteresting life you see....
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